I need a bra.

This picture has nothing to do with the post. It's just cute.
It feels soooo amazing to have that kid out--of my pelvis, of my ribs, not smashing all my vital organs anymore. I can breath, I can go longer than twelve minutes without peeing, and my back can straighten. Ahhhhh....
The transition from one kid to two has been smooth, no unexpected bombs here. I've heard the second kid is harder, but that is a heavy load of bs. I don't feel completely disorientated, like I just became a different person (named "mother") like I did with Ethan. All the crazy feedings, all the red face screaming (because the little guy has to burp, duh. Why was that so hard to figure out the first time?) all the alone time gone--is no big deal.
I am enjoying him so much. His little weepy sounds he makes after I nurse him remind me of a tiny, hurt bird. He's so open and vulnerable.
Today we will venture to Target because Khole's and Wal-mart (Wal-mart doesn't carry something! Amazing!) have decided nursing mothers don't matter in this world so they don't carry nursing bras. Hello? This really hit me low. I mean, this is a vital piece of clothing, not like some dumb shirt. For the past week, I have either been going braless (braless!! with huge,wet boobs!) or I completely remove, (i.e. get halfway undressed) my regular bra. Nursing in public is bad enough with the proper attire. Without, it is unbearably embarrassing.
So anyway, I heard Target, bless them, carries nursing bras. I think I might tip the cashier on the way out.